Fielding and I sucked it up during the 12 1/2 mile hike to camp. (Fielding will tell you he was slow because of me. I'd say I was slow because hiking 12 1/2 miles sucks.) It was terrible. Everyone else just seemed to book it down the canyon. My brother, Josh, was a mad man and convinced me he's part mountain goat. He was up and down and sideways on those trails just for fun.
He even made friends along the way. He found some crazy lizard thing that had awesome colors and a fat tail. I forget what they named it, but it pretty much stuck around the whole trip chilling.
Here's a picture of Fielding roughing it. I'm pretty sure he's only smiling because I was taking the picture and it was an in between hiking day. (That and he thinks I'm cute. =)
This is Kelli and Meg trying the tube of death on the river. FYI if you're floating down a river with lime...blah, blah, blah in it. don't try to save the tube or anything that falls. Just stand up as fast as you can. Otherwise you get tumbled. I learned that one the hard way.
The last day we were packed up by noon and all day was pretty much a lazy day. We sat around seeing what we could get rid of. Kelli and Meg adopted a dog they dubbed Sammy and bribed it into having a bath in the river. (lunch meat gone.)
Remaining tubes went to the group camp next door. The rest of the time I was enamored by the little toads we found all over the place. I don't know why, but this picture reminds me of Buddha. =)
Oh, not to mention I got my first ticket ever on the way home from the trip.
Thanks for the memories guys.

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